Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.